so tell me what can i do
that you couldnīt see through
from the very start
there is only one thing
yet to come from my heart
loving you, unconditionally
loving you, unconditionally
thatīs what i want to be
what you are to me
can you see why itīs so hard
for me to break apart
from all the things i hold
closer to a heart
that has grown, far too cold
loving you, unconditionally
something new
to a heart yet not free
thatīs what i want to be
what you are to me
and though it seems impossible
when both of my hands are full
thatīs the only condition
that keeps me
from loving you. . .
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